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Two is better than one…

Hi all,

       I'm pleased to announce that Madeline's Mates, my new ménage a trois novel from Ellora's Cave is coming out Friday, Dec 4th. Here's a link so you can check it out and a blurb and a red-hot excerpt you won't find on the EC site to give you an idea of what it's about. (Hint—it is NOT set in Australia as my DH thought when he read the title. It's a shapeshifter novel about a girl who winds up with two luscious guys for the price of one. Yummy.  : )  

   http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7817-50-madelines-mates.aspx

                                                                                                                   

Blurb:

Madeline Grant leads a lonely existence. Growing up an orphan, she's never felt she belonged anywhere or to anyone. But all that is about to change.

 

One snowy night, a huge man with piercing blue eyes comes into the ER where Maddy works. He takes one look at her and tells her she's about to go into heat. Maddy thinks he's crazy—until his strange predictions begin to come true. But inviting the man, Jake, into her life, throws her world into a whirlwind of confusion. As if the news that she's a shapeshifter isn't enough, she also has to breed with her own kind—which means that no matter how much she desires Jake, he's forbidden to have her.

 

Enter Jake's best friend, Will—a shifter of the same breed as Maddy. He wants her at once but her heart is already taken. Thrown into the dark and dangerous world of shifter taboos, Maddy must decide whether to follow her head or her heart as she tries to survive her Christmas heat.

 

Excerpt—Warning—Do NOT read at work.

 

"Mmm, you awake, darlin?" A deep voice, rough with sleep, surprised her.

 

Maddy turned to her right and saw Jake looking at her through half lidded eyes. Suddenly everything came back. Her heat, the pain, and the wonderful relief when he had finally bred her. Then Will's arrival and the awful confusion and fear when she'd learned Jake would be taken from her.

 

"Jake," she whispered, cuddling into his arms. "I'm so…I'm naked," she realized out loud, lifting the dark blue bedspread, with it's slightly shredded patches from her near change the night before, to look down at herself.

 

Jake frowned and looked down as well. "Don't look at me, darlin. Will and I didn't touch you."

 

"I know you didn't. I…I think I remember taking off my jeans and sweater myself because I felt too hot." Feeling suddenly shy, Maddy put an arm over her full, naked breasts. At least I still have my panties on, she thought with some relief.

 

"Hey, don't cover yourself. You're beautiful." Jake put an arm around her, pulling her close so that her back was to his front. "Gorgeous," he murmured, palming her naked breasts in his big hands.

 

"Thanks," Maddy murmured nervously. "I don't mind you seeing me. But Will—"

"Is still asleep. And you need to be bred. I can smell it on you." Jake's nose twitched and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking until Maddy moaned and arched her back despite herself.

 

"We shouldn't." But the ache between her thighs was growing. It wasn't the sharp pain and cramping she'd experienced the day before, more like a deep desire that was rapidly becoming impossible to ignore. It was as if she hadn't eaten in days and her body was telling her she was desperately hungry and needed to get some nourishment immediately. Was this what Jake had meant by a relapse? Or was she simply being turned on by his scent, his nearness and the way he touched her?

 

"Why not?" Jake kissed her some more, concentrating on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder while his long fingers twisted her nipples. "You need it—your body is hungry for it."

 

"Mmm…How do you know? Can you really tell so much from my scent?" she asked curiously.

 

"Oh yeah. Want me to prove it to you?"

 

"Prove you're right? Or prove I need…need to be bred?" she asked softly, her voice slightly breathless. God, he knew exactly how to touch her!

 

"Both." One large hand left her breasts and slid down her belly. Maddy moaned softly as his fingers slid under the lacy pink material of her panties and cupped her mound.

 

"Spread your legs for me, darlin. Just like last night," he growled softly in her ear.

 

"God, Jake," she whispered but did as he said, opening her thighs so that he could slip two long fingers deep in her throbbing cunt.

 

"See how wet you are darlin? How hot and slippery your sweet little pussy is for me?" he murmured, pumping his fingers deep inside her. "That's how I can tell I'm right. You need my cock and my cum inside you now. If you put it off you'll only get hungrier and hungrier until the pain comes back."

 

"I don't…don't want the pain to come back," Maddy admitted, gasping with pleasure as he fingerfucked her.

 

"Then let me breed you." Jake bit the side of her neck gently but possessively, as though wanting to mark her for his own. "Let me slide my cock deep in your pussy and fill you up with my cum, darlin. We can be as quiet as you want."

 

Maddy felt herself melting. She knew that even forty-eight hours before the idea of making love to one man while another she barely knew was sleeping only inches away would have made her intensely uncomfortable. But somehow now, with Jake kissing her neck and stroking her throbbing clit, it didn't seem so bad.

 

"Yes, okay, as long as we're quiet," she murmured, casting an apprehensive glance at Will's sleeping form. But the Lynx shifter was turned away from them, his broad back rising and falling steadily in the rhythm of sleep. So when Jake pulled her panties off and spread her legs even wider to accommodate his cock, she didn't protest even though she was still lying on her side, facing Will's direction.

 

"Good girl," Jake growled softly in her ear as he held her legs open and found the entrance of her pussy with the broad head of his cock. "That's a good girl, Maddy. Just open up and let me fuck you."

 

Moaning softly, she did.

 

Jake slid smoothly into her with one long powerful thrust, filling her to the hilt with his shaft. Maddy had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out as he pumped inside her, stretching her to the limit with his thickness. She closed her eyes tightly and spread her legs even wider, trying to be open enough for him as he moved within her. It felt so good, so right to open to him. Already she could feel the pleasure building toward a peak and she knew that soon she would be coming hard, all around his cock, as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his cum. And all the time Jake kept talking to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how he loved to fuck her, to breed her. How he couldn't wait to come inside her…

 

And then she opened her eyes and saw Will looking at her, his own eyes a pale cat-green with desire.

 

Maddy, who had been arching her back and angling her pelvis back to get as much of Jake's cock inside her as possible, froze. She was rigid—nailed to the spot by Will's gaze and the look of open lust in his eyes. At least we're covered from the waist down, she thought, grateful for the dark blue bedspread. But despite that, she knew it was obvious what they were doing. The way Jake was cupping her body with his own and their rhythmic motions while he stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples made it clear that his cock was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy and that she was loving every minute of it.

 

Jake must have felt her sudden lack of movement because he thrust deeply into her and held still, keeping them joined without moving. "Maddy?" he asked softly in her ear.

 

"Um…sorry we woke you up." She spoke to Will, not Jake, still feeling horribly embarrassed. "I, uh, I think I had sort of a relapse…my heat came back, I mean. And so I needed…Jake said…"

 

Will raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. "You don't have to explain to me, sweetheart. You needed to be fucked so Jake is taking care of you. That's okay."

 

"Well…I just…" Maddy felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. It was exactly how she'd felt the night before when Will walked in on them just before she came. Only now the situation was much more intimate since they were all in bed together.

 

"Turn over, Will," Jake growled, glaring at the other man. "You know how Maddy feels about being watched."

 

"Sorry." Will started to comply but Maddy said,

 

"No, wait."

 

"What is it, darlin?" Jake asked in her ear. "You want me to send him out of the room?"

 

"No, it's just that…" Maddy took a deep breath. "It's really…really the shifter way to…to watch?" She couldn't believe she was asking this but it had suddenly occurred to her that since she might have to go up to the Adirondacks and stay with the people who were supposed to be her kin, she ought to start getting used to their customs.

 

Jake rumbled assent and Will nodded. "It's considered rude not to."

 

"Well then…" Maddy nodded at the Lynx shifter, trying to control her urge to blush and run away. "You…I guess you can watch. We were almost…almost finished anyway."

 

"Good girl, Maddy," Jake murmured in her ear. "You'll get the hang of being a shifter yet."

 

"I think you will, too." Will smiled, obviously having heard his friend's remark. Then, without warning, he pulled the covers off the three of them, revealing everything from the waist down.

 

"Oh!" Maddy had been pressing back against Jake but now she froze again. "What…?"

 

"When you invite another shifter to watch you breed, you don't limit his view," Jake told her softly. "Close your eyes if you need to, Maddy. Will won't touch you—he's just going to watch. This time."

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

Two is better than one…

Hi all,

       I’m pleased to announce that Madeline’s Mates, my new ménage a trois novel from Ellora’s Cave is coming out Friday, Dec 4th. Here’s a link so you can check it out and a blurb and a red-hot excerpt you won’t find on the EC site to give you an idea of what it’s about. (Hint—it is NOT set in Australia as my DH thought when he read the title. It’s a shapeshifter novel about a girl who winds up with two luscious guys for the price of one. Yummy.  : )  

   http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-7817-50-madelines-mates.aspx

                                                                                                                   

Blurb:

Madeline Grant leads a lonely existence. Growing up an orphan, she’s never felt she belonged anywhere or to anyone. But all that is about to change.

 

One snowy night, a huge man with piercing blue eyes comes into the ER where Maddy works. He takes one look at her and tells her she’s about to go into heat. Maddy thinks he’s crazy—until his strange predictions begin to come true. But inviting the man, Jake, into her life, throws her world into a whirlwind of confusion. As if the news that she’s a shapeshifter isn’t enough, she also has to breed with her own kind—which means that no matter how much she desires Jake, he’s forbidden to have her.

 

Enter Jake’s best friend, Will—a shifter of the same breed as Maddy. He wants her at once but her heart is already taken. Thrown into the dark and dangerous world of shifter taboos, Maddy must decide whether to follow her head or her heart as she tries to survive her Christmas heat.

 

Excerpt—Warning—Do NOT read at work.

 

“Mmm, you awake, darlin?” A deep voice, rough with sleep, surprised her.

 

Maddy turned to her right and saw Jake looking at her through half lidded eyes. Suddenly everything came back. Her heat, the pain, and the wonderful relief when he had finally bred her. Then Will’s arrival and the awful confusion and fear when she’d learned Jake would be taken from her.

 

“Jake,” she whispered, cuddling into his arms. “I’m so…I’m naked,” she realized out loud, lifting the dark blue bedspread, with it’s slightly shredded patches from her near change the night before, to look down at herself.

 

Jake frowned and looked down as well. “Don’t look at me, darlin. Will and I didn’t touch you.”

 

“I know you didn’t. I…I think I remember taking off my jeans and sweater myself because I felt too hot.” Feeling suddenly shy, Maddy put an arm over her full, naked breasts. At least I still have my panties on, she thought with some relief.

 

“Hey, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” Jake put an arm around her, pulling her close so that her back was to his front. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, palming her naked breasts in his big hands.

 

“Thanks,” Maddy murmured nervously. “I don’t mind you seeing me. But Will—”

“Is still asleep. And you need to be bred. I can smell it on you.” Jake’s nose twitched and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking until Maddy moaned and arched her back despite herself.

 

“We shouldn’t.” But the ache between her thighs was growing. It wasn’t the sharp pain and cramping she’d experienced the day before, more like a deep desire that was rapidly becoming impossible to ignore. It was as if she hadn’t eaten in days and her body was telling her she was desperately hungry and needed to get some nourishment immediately. Was this what Jake had meant by a relapse? Or was she simply being turned on by his scent, his nearness and the way he touched her?

 

“Why not?” Jake kissed her some more, concentrating on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder while his long fingers twisted her nipples. “You need it—your body is hungry for it.”

 

“Mmm…How do you know? Can you really tell so much from my scent?” she asked curiously.

 

“Oh yeah. Want me to prove it to you?”

 

“Prove you’re right? Or prove I need…need to be bred?” she asked softly, her voice slightly breathless. God, he knew exactly how to touch her!

 

“Both.” One large hand left her breasts and slid down her belly. Maddy moaned softly as his fingers slid under the lacy pink material of her panties and cupped her mound.

 

“Spread your legs for me, darlin. Just like last night,” he growled softly in her ear.

 

“God, Jake,” she whispered but did as he said, opening her thighs so that he could slip two long fingers deep in her throbbing cunt.

 

“See how wet you are darlin? How hot and slippery your sweet little pussy is for me?” he murmured, pumping his fingers deep inside her. “That’s how I can tell I’m right. You need my cock and my cum inside you now. If you put it off you’ll only get hungrier and hungrier until the pain comes back.”

 

“I don’t…don’t want the pain to come back,” Maddy admitted, gasping with pleasure as he fingerfucked her.

 

“Then let me breed you.” Jake bit the side of her neck gently but possessively, as though wanting to mark her for his own. “Let me slide my cock deep in your pussy and fill you up with my cum, darlin. We can be as quiet as you want.”

 

Maddy felt herself melting. She knew that even forty-eight hours before the idea of making love to one man while another she barely knew was sleeping only inches away would have made her intensely uncomfortable. But somehow now, with Jake kissing her neck and stroking her throbbing clit, it didn’t seem so bad.

 

“Yes, okay, as long as we’re quiet,” she murmured, casting an apprehensive glance at Will’s sleeping form. But the Lynx shifter was turned away from them, his broad back rising and falling steadily in the rhythm of sleep. So when Jake pulled her panties off and spread her legs even wider to accommodate his cock, she didn’t protest even though she was still lying on her side, facing Will’s direction.

 

“Good girl,” Jake growled softly in her ear as he held her legs open and found the entrance of her pussy with the broad head of his cock. “That’s a good girl, Maddy. Just open up and let me fuck you.”

 

Moaning softly, she did.

 

Jake slid smoothly into her with one long powerful thrust, filling her to the hilt with his shaft. Maddy had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out as he pumped inside her, stretching her to the limit with his thickness. She closed her eyes tightly and spread her legs even wider, trying to be open enough for him as he moved within her. It felt so good, so right to open to him. Already she could feel the pleasure building toward a peak and she knew that soon she would be coming hard, all around his cock, as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his cum. And all the time Jake kept talking to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how he loved to fuck her, to breed her. How he couldn’t wait to come inside her…

 

And then she opened her eyes and saw Will looking at her, his own eyes a pale cat-green with desire.

 

Maddy, who had been arching her back and angling her pelvis back to get as much of Jake’s cock inside her as possible, froze. She was rigid—nailed to the spot by Will’s gaze and the look of open lust in his eyes. At least we’re covered from the waist down, she thought, grateful for the dark blue bedspread. But despite that, she knew it was obvious what they were doing. The way Jake was cupping her body with his own and their rhythmic motions while he stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples made it clear that his cock was buried to the hilt in her eager pussy and that she was loving every minute of it.

 

Jake must have felt her sudden lack of movement because he thrust deeply into her and held still, keeping them joined without moving. “Maddy?” he asked softly in her ear.

 

“Um…sorry we woke you up.” She spoke to Will, not Jake, still feeling horribly embarrassed. “I, uh, I think I had sort of a relapse…my heat came back, I mean. And so I needed…Jake said…”

 

Will raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. “You don’t have to explain to me, sweetheart. You needed to be fucked so Jake is taking care of you. That’s okay.”

 

“Well…I just…” Maddy felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. It was exactly how she’d felt the night before when Will walked in on them just before she came. Only now the situation was much more intimate since they were all in bed together.

 

“Turn over, Will,” Jake growled, glaring at the other man. “You know how Maddy feels about being watched.”

 

“Sorry.” Will started to comply but Maddy said,

 

“No, wait.”

 

“What is it, darlin?” Jake asked in her ear. “You want me to send him out of the room?”

 

“No, it’s just that…” Maddy took a deep breath. “It’s really…really the shifter way to…to watch?” She couldn’t believe she was asking this but it had suddenly occurred to her that since she might have to go up to the Adirondacks and stay with the people who were supposed to be her kin, she ought to start getting used to their customs.

 

Jake rumbled assent and Will nodded. “It’s considered rude not to.”

 

“Well then…” Maddy nodded at the Lynx shifter, trying to control her urge to blush and run away. “You…I guess you can watch. We were almost…almost finished anyway.”

 

“Good girl, Maddy,” Jake murmured in her ear. “You’ll get the hang of being a shifter yet.”

 

“I think you will, too.” Will smiled, obviously having heard his friend’s remark. Then, without warning, he pulled the covers off the three of them, revealing everything from the waist down.

 

“Oh!” Maddy had been pressing back against Jake but now she froze again. “What…?”

 

“When you invite another shifter to watch you breed, you don’t limit his view,” Jake told her softly. “Close your eyes if you need to, Maddy. Will won’t touch you—he’s just going to watch. This time.”

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

Rough Love

 

 

 

Who hasn't dreamed of a little rough love? If you like the idea then my new book, The Man in the Black Leather Mask, now out from Ellora's Cave, is for you. Check it out here and read on for a blurb and a red-hot excerpt. Evangeline Anderson

 

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7529-the-man-in-the-black-leather-mask.aspx

 

Blurb:

Jacqueline Emerson dreams of a love that is neither gentle nor soft. A high-powered attorney during the day, she fantasizes of nights filled with passionate surrender to a deliciously cruel Master who demands her total submission. Fearing her dark fantasy is sick and twisted, Jacqueline resigns herself to a life of more conventional, vanilla sex.

 

Until she's tasked with mentoring a new attorney at her firm, Ryan Cutler.

 

Ryan is tall, muscular and undeniably desirable. He's also ten years younger than Jacqueline. But spending Halloween night at the mysterious Club S together leads her to reveal more than she should and soon her forbidden fantasy of rough love sets them both on fire.

 

Jacqueline is sure once their lust is quenched, she and Ryan can go their separate ways. There are far too many differences between them for a long-term relationship to grow. But she doesn't count on Ryan falling for her—or on losing her heart to the man in the black leather mask.

 

Excerpt: Warning—Explicit—Do NOT read at work. (Or if you do, don't blame me if your boss calls you in his office for a spanking.) ; )

 

 

The feel of him behind me like that, dominant, his big muscular body surrounding mine was making my heart beat double time but I tried to keep my breathing light and even. Surely there had been a mistake—he must have missed my signal that I didn't want to act out the fantasy after all. He must not have looked at the blinds which were definitely and firmly closed.

 

"The…the blinds are closed," I whispered, wishing he would remove his hand so I could see him.

 

"I know that." His deep voice was amused. "I've been watching you for the past forty-five minutes, Jacqueline. Opening and closing your blinds and parading around in this soft little robe and panties. It made me hotter than hell." He pressed himself against me as though to emphasize his point and I cried out softly when I felt the hard lump of his cock against my ass.

 

His words also made me aware that the robe was hanging open and my breasts were on full display. Suddenly I was terribly self conscious. I wanted to grab the edges of the robe and pull it tight around me but he had both of my arms trapped at my sides.

 

"You're even hotter than I imagined. And believe me, Jacqueline, I've spent a fair amount of time in the last few months imagining you naked," he murmured into my ear. "I can't wait to explore you. I want to touch and taste every inch of your beautiful body."

 

"But…the blinds…" I could hear the weakness in my voice but I seemed helpless to stop it. Anymore than I could stop my nipples from hardening and my pussy from getting wet as I stood helpless in his grasp.

 

"Let's forget about the blinds for a minute," he suggested. "I'm going to release your arms and uncover your eyes now but you're not going anywhere. Are you?"

 

"I…I…don't know," I confessed. I couldn't help feeling frightened and confused. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I'd made the decision not to go ahead with the fantasy. So what was Ryan doing here and how could I make him stop? More importantly, did I want him to stop?

 

"I know, though," he murmured. "You're not going anywhere, Jacqueline. Not until I'm done with you." His last words were spoken in a soft rush of warm breath against the side of my neck and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me there. When he uncovered my eyes I could see us in the mirror and what I saw nearly took my breath away.

 

I saw a woman with an hourglass figure and light mocha skin, her cheeks flushed, her warm honey eyes dilated with desire and need. Her full breasts and hardened nipples were on display and the mound of her sex was barely hidden behind a pair of small crimson lace panties. Standing behind her, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, his mouth pressed to the side of her throat, was a large muscular man with warm tan skin a few shades lighter than hers. Dark chocolate eyes were framed by a black leather mask and he had black leather gloves on his large hands as well. As I watched, he looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. Then slowly, deliberately, those black gloved hands slid up my body and cupped the heavy curves of my breasts.

 

I half gasped/half moaned as I watched him touch me. His hands were everywhere, exploring the under curves of my breasts, tracing my dark brown areolas, rolling my aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs until I cried out at the shocks of pain and pleasure he was sending through my entire body.

 

"Do you like that, Jacqueline?" he murmured when I reacted to his touch. "Do you like the feel of my hands on you?"

 

Without waiting for an answer he slid one black gloved hand down the curve of my belly and cupped the mound of my pussy, his fingers covering the small crimson panties I was wearing.

 

"Look at that," he whispered in my ear as we both watched his actions in the mirror. "It looks hot, doesn't it? The black gloves and the red panties. But what about this?" Slowly he lifted his hand and then slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when I felt the cool leather caressing my hot mound.

 

"God, you're hot. I can feel it even through the gloves," he murmured. His middle finger was placed against the slit of my pussy but so far he was just cupping me, not actually exploring or dipping deeper into my folds. I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or not but I couldn't deny that my nipples were harder and my pussy wetter than they had ever been before in my life.

 

"Please," I whispered, feeling helpless. I was caught with his arm encircling me in the front and his hard body behind me. There was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do but stand there and let him touch me.

 

"I'm going to move my arm for a moment now, Jacqueline," he said, ignoring my half formed plea. "And you're going to slip off your panties so we can both watch me finger you."

 

"Please," I moaned softly as I felt his middle finger invade me and begin to stroke deeper into my swollen slit. "Please, no."

 

"Take off your panties, Jacqueline," he murmured, moving his arm to give me room to obey him. "I'm going to give you everything you need tonight. Maybe not what you think you want but what you need. But in order to do that I have to have your help. Now take off your panties."

 

Rough Love

 

 

 

Who hasn’t dreamed of a little rough love? If you like the idea then my new book, The Man in the Black Leather Mask, now out from Ellora’s Cave, is for you. Check it out here and read on for a blurb and a red-hot excerpt. Evangeline Anderson

 

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-7529-the-man-in-the-black-leather-mask.aspx

 

Blurb:

Jacqueline Emerson dreams of a love that is neither gentle nor soft. A high-powered attorney during the day, she fantasizes of nights filled with passionate surrender to a deliciously cruel Master who demands her total submission. Fearing her dark fantasy is sick and twisted, Jacqueline resigns herself to a life of more conventional, vanilla sex.

 

Until she’s tasked with mentoring a new attorney at her firm, Ryan Cutler.

 

Ryan is tall, muscular and undeniably desirable. He’s also ten years younger than Jacqueline. But spending Halloween night at the mysterious Club S together leads her to reveal more than she should and soon her forbidden fantasy of rough love sets them both on fire.

 

Jacqueline is sure once their lust is quenched, she and Ryan can go their separate ways. There are far too many differences between them for a long-term relationship to grow. But she doesn’t count on Ryan falling for her—or on losing her heart to the man in the black leather mask.

 

Excerpt: Warning—Explicit—Do NOT read at work. (Or if you do, don’t blame me if your boss calls you in his office for a spanking.) ; )

 

 

The feel of him behind me like that, dominant, his big muscular body surrounding mine was making my heart beat double time but I tried to keep my breathing light and even. Surely there had been a mistake—he must have missed my signal that I didn’t want to act out the fantasy after all. He must not have looked at the blinds which were definitely and firmly closed.

 

“The…the blinds are closed,” I whispered, wishing he would remove his hand so I could see him.

 

“I know that.” His deep voice was amused. “I’ve been watching you for the past forty-five minutes, Jacqueline. Opening and closing your blinds and parading around in this soft little robe and panties. It made me hotter than hell.” He pressed himself against me as though to emphasize his point and I cried out softly when I felt the hard lump of his cock against my ass.

 

His words also made me aware that the robe was hanging open and my breasts were on full display. Suddenly I was terribly self conscious. I wanted to grab the edges of the robe and pull it tight around me but he had both of my arms trapped at my sides.

 

“You’re even hotter than I imagined. And believe me, Jacqueline, I’ve spent a fair amount of time in the last few months imagining you naked,” he murmured into my ear. “I can’t wait to explore you. I want to touch and taste every inch of your beautiful body.”

 

“But…the blinds…” I could hear the weakness in my voice but I seemed helpless to stop it. Anymore than I could stop my nipples from hardening and my pussy from getting wet as I stood helpless in his grasp.

 

“Let’s forget about the blinds for a minute,” he suggested. “I’m going to release your arms and uncover your eyes now but you’re not going anywhere. Are you?”

 

“I…I…don’t know,” I confessed. I couldn’t help feeling frightened and confused. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. I’d made the decision not to go ahead with the fantasy. So what was Ryan doing here and how could I make him stop? More importantly, did I want him to stop?

 

“I know, though,” he murmured. “You’re not going anywhere, Jacqueline. Not until I’m done with you.” His last words were spoken in a soft rush of warm breath against the side of my neck and then I felt his hot, wet mouth on me there. When he uncovered my eyes I could see us in the mirror and what I saw nearly took my breath away.

 

I saw a woman with an hourglass figure and light mocha skin, her cheeks flushed, her warm honey eyes dilated with desire and need. Her full breasts and hardened nipples were on display and the mound of her sex was barely hidden behind a pair of small crimson lace panties. Standing behind her, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist, his mouth pressed to the side of her throat, was a large muscular man with warm tan skin a few shades lighter than hers. Dark chocolate eyes were framed by a black leather mask and he had black leather gloves on his large hands as well. As I watched, he looked up and met my eyes in the mirror. Then slowly, deliberately, those black gloved hands slid up my body and cupped the heavy curves of my breasts.

 

I half gasped/half moaned as I watched him touch me. His hands were everywhere, exploring the under curves of my breasts, tracing my dark brown areolas, rolling my aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs until I cried out at the shocks of pain and pleasure he was sending through my entire body.

 

“Do you like that, Jacqueline?” he murmured when I reacted to his touch. “Do you like the feel of my hands on you?”

 

Without waiting for an answer he slid one black gloved hand down the curve of my belly and cupped the mound of my pussy, his fingers covering the small crimson panties I was wearing.

 

“Look at that,” he whispered in my ear as we both watched his actions in the mirror. “It looks hot, doesn’t it? The black gloves and the red panties. But what about this?” Slowly he lifted his hand and then slid his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out when I felt the cool leather caressing my hot mound.

 

“God, you’re hot. I can feel it even through the gloves,” he murmured. His middle finger was placed against the slit of my pussy but so far he was just cupping me, not actually exploring or dipping deeper into my folds. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or not but I couldn’t deny that my nipples were harder and my pussy wetter than they had ever been before in my life.

 

“Please,” I whispered, feeling helpless. I was caught with his arm encircling me in the front and his hard body behind me. There was nowhere I could go, nothing I could do but stand there and let him touch me.

 

“I’m going to move my arm for a moment now, Jacqueline,” he said, ignoring my half formed plea. “And you’re going to slip off your panties so we can both watch me finger you.”

 

“Please,” I moaned softly as I felt his middle finger invade me and begin to stroke deeper into my swollen slit. “Please, no.”

 

“Take off your panties, Jacqueline,” he murmured, moving his arm to give me room to obey him. “I’m going to give you everything you need tonight. Maybe not what you think you want but what you need. But in order to do that I have to have your help. Now take off your panties.”

 

A word about pirates–why you won't find my books for free anymore.

   Piracy is a growing concern for authors everywhere. Five years ago when I started writing, no one even thought of it and now it's costing an unbelievable number of sales. I really don't understand the reason behind it. I can understand sending a book you liked to a friend, saying, "Hey, check out this author, I think you'd like her.) That, to me, is good word of mouth. But to set up a site where you give away someone else's hard for work for free to a complete stranger is incomprehensible to me. Would you go to the grocery store, steal a pack of Oreos, and stand on the street corner handing them out to people you don't know? I can't think of anyone who would do that but pirates think nothing of handing out copies of books they don't own the rights to, to total strangers.

     I know one author who says, "If you download a pirated copy of my book, you've taken a carton of milk out of my fridge." I will go one better than that. If you steal a copy of one of my books, you've stolen a shirt off my son's back and the food out of his mouth. I have a little boy who is almost two and after he was born, I started making my living almost exclusively through my writing. I wanted to be able to spend time with him and watch him grow up and because I write very quickly, I believed this would be possible. Unfortunately, babies are expensive to raise and pirates are taking a huge chunk out of my sales. I don't believe most of the people who do this are evil—they're just not thinking. But whatever the cause, it amounts to the same thing—money out of my pocket that I could be spending to buy my son food and clothes. In the past several months alone there were 1700 illegal downloads of my books. Do you have any idea how many diapers you can by with that amount of money? A LOT. And I can't afford to lose it.

Because of this problem, I have hired someone to go to all the pirating sites and get my books taken down. This is an arduous process and he has to keep checking each site over and over as my books keep popping up. However, he is GOOD so here is my notice to the pirates—my books are going down as soon as you put them up. I am not going to allow you to steal my livelihood and my ability to care for my family just because you're too lazy or dishonest to buy my books for yourself. And for my honest readers who buy the books and don't post them illegally, thank you so much. Please stick with me. I have a handle on this situation now so hopefully I won't have to stop writing and go back to work full time in order to make ends meet.

Evangeline

PS–if anyone wants to weigh in on this issue, feel free to e-mail me or post to the Yahoo groups where I will be posting this same message. Thanks!

A word about pirates–why you won’t find my books for free anymore.

   Piracy is a growing concern for authors everywhere. Five years ago when I started writing, no one even thought of it and now it’s costing an unbelievable number of sales. I really don’t understand the reason behind it. I can understand sending a book you liked to a friend, saying, “Hey, check out this author, I think you’d like her.) That, to me, is good word of mouth. But to set up a site where you give away someone else’s hard for work for free to a complete stranger is incomprehensible to me. Would you go to the grocery store, steal a pack of Oreos, and stand on the street corner handing them out to people you don’t know? I can’t think of anyone who would do that but pirates think nothing of handing out copies of books they don’t own the rights to, to total strangers.

     I know one author who says, “If you download a pirated copy of my book, you’ve taken a carton of milk out of my fridge.” I will go one better than that. If you steal a copy of one of my books, you’ve stolen a shirt off my son’s back and the food out of his mouth. I have a little boy who is almost two and after he was born, I started making my living almost exclusively through my writing. I wanted to be able to spend time with him and watch him grow up and because I write very quickly, I believed this would be possible. Unfortunately, babies are expensive to raise and pirates are taking a huge chunk out of my sales. I don’t believe most of the people who do this are evil—they’re just not thinking. But whatever the cause, it amounts to the same thing—money out of my pocket that I could be spending to buy my son food and clothes. In the past several months alone there were 1700 illegal downloads of my books. Do you have any idea how many diapers you can by with that amount of money? A LOT. And I can’t afford to lose it.

Because of this problem, I have hired someone to go to all the pirating sites and get my books taken down. This is an arduous process and he has to keep checking each site over and over as my books keep popping up. However, he is GOOD so here is my notice to the pirates—my books are going down as soon as you put them up. I am not going to allow you to steal my livelihood and my ability to care for my family just because you’re too lazy or dishonest to buy my books for yourself. And for my honest readers who buy the books and don’t post them illegally, thank you so much. Please stick with me. I have a handle on this situation now so hopefully I won’t have to stop writing and go back to work full time in order to make ends meet.

Evangeline

PS–if anyone wants to weigh in on this issue, feel free to e-mail me or post to the Yahoo groups where I will be posting this same message. Thanks!

In the war between Light and Darkness the winner is Love

 

Just wanted to let everyone know that my new book from EC, Defiled, is now out. Defiled asks the question, can a creature of Light love a creature of Darkness? And how hot is sex with a demon, anyway? One innocent angel is about to find out…

Check it out here

 http://www.ellorascave.com/m-10-evangeline-anderson.aspx

And read on for a blurb and a demonically hot excerpt you won't find at the EC website.

Evangeline Anderson

 

            Defiled…

Every millennium the most innocent angel in all of Heaven is given to the most evil demon in Hell.

Elandra is an angel and it is her fate to be the millennial sacrifice. But though she fears for her life and her virtue, she never dreams that she will find true love in Hell.

Raziel is half demon, being raised by his powerful father to take control of the underworld. But when Elandra is presented to him as a sacrifice, he can't bring himself to hurt her. Instead he lets her go.

Back in Heaven, Elandra can't forget the beautiful demon with the blazing eyes. Raziel's touch has started a fire in her soul and though she knows it is forbidden, she can't help wishing to see him again.

Their love must be a secret but Elandra's pure beauty incites the demonic half of Raziel's nature. Can a demon love an angel without hurting her? For if Raziel is unable to keep his lust in check, Elandra will be cast out of Heaven for being Defiled.

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             Defiled Excerpt—Warning, explicit. Do NOT read at work.

 

She was the most beautiful creature that Raziel had ever seen. Her presence seemed to light his dim study, its walls line with books filled with infernal knowledge, charms and incantations which Raziel had read without pleasure. The imps laid her before him, on a couch covered in the tanned skin of the damned, and backed away slowly to stand by the door.

The angel lay there, trembling, her eyes blindfolded, her bound wings furled shut and tucked close to her slender body—so close they almost seemed to disappear. Her long golden hair was flung like a shawl over her shoulders and the light, gauzy robes she wore were so translucent that he could plainly see her full, thrusting breasts capped with ripe pink nipples and the slit of her sex, soon to be filled with his seed.

Beyond beautiful. Just as father said she would be, Raziel thought, studying the perfect celestial form laid upon the couch before him. There was not one imperfection, not a single flaw to mar her beauty. And in his father's absence, he was the one commanded to see to the defilement of this innocent creature.

"Leave no part of her untouched," Osgiloth had commanded before he departed Hell, leaving his only son in charge. "She is to be ruined as you take both pain and pleasure from her—that is the law of the sacrifice. Do what you like with her for as long as you like and then give her to the imps to finish off. That's what I always do."

"Yes, Father. That's what you always do," murmured Raziel, unaware that he was speaking aloud. "Always except once. And I am the proof of that single exception."

Looking at her beautiful and nearly naked body, he ached to fulfill his father's orders. Longed to rip away the gauzy robe of pure white and bare her pale, perfect flesh to his eager hands. He wanted to suck those ripe nipples, to twist them cruelly until she moaned and writhed under him. Wanted to violate her tight, virgin ass with his forked, demon's cock. But most of all his demonic nature hungered for her cunt. He wanted to split her legs and plunge inside her, to fill her with his shaft and pump her full of spurt after spurt of his burning black cum until she moaned and quivered in pleasure and agony. Until she surrendered to his defilement of her lovely form completely.

But there was another side of Raziel's nature—a side no other demon in Hell possessed. And that side pitied the shivering creature lying on the couch in his study. She looked miserably frightened and he longed to comfort her. To take her in his arms and stroke her silky hair, to smooth her ruffled feathers and reassure her. To tell her all would be well.

That would be a lie.

All will not be well. It will never be well for her again. Not if I obey my father's orders. And obey I must. Raziel hardened his heart against her beauty. He would never rule in Hell as his father was training him to do if he couldn't manage a simple defilement.

"Open your eyes, angel," he barked, leaning over her and stripping away the filthy rag she wore as a blindfold.

She bit her lush lower lip and turned her face up toward his. Then, with what seemed to be an effort, her delicate lids fluttered and luminous silver eyes were revealed. Those eyes—angel's eyes—reminded Raziel of someone he would rather not remember. Someone he had thought long forgotten. So instead of staring into them and letting himself be reminded, he turned his attention to the rest of her.

"You came dressed for the occasion, I see," he sneered. Twisting one hand in the gauzy see-through fabric of her gown he yanked, ripping it open to bare her flesh.

The angel remained obstinately silent, her eyes growing wider and wider as Raziel palmed her full breasts and thumbed the ripe nipples that looked just made to be sucked. Gods, but her body was lush—not at all like the smooth, sexless bodies of the other angels he had seen on the occasions when he ventured beyond Hell's boarders. If not for her silver eyes and white-feathered wings he might almost have wondered if the denizens of Heaven had sent him a human woman instead of an angel sacrifice.

"Do you feel this—my hands on you? Are you ready to meet your fate?" he taunted, tugging at her nipples until she moaned unwillingly. Encouraged by the soft sound, he let his hands wander further. If only she would fight him his demonic nature would take over, leaving him no choice but to take her. But though she gasped and cried out softly at his rough touch, the beautiful angel didn't try once to defend herself or deny him what he wanted. In fact, it was only when he began to pry her slender thighs apart, she lost her composure completely.

"Please…" He voice was soft and musical, like harp strings being plucked. "Please don't…don't touch me there again," she begged in a broken, pleading voice though she made no move to stop him.

Raziel froze. "What do you mean 'again?'" he demanded. "Has someone besides myself touched you?" From the corner of his eye he saw the two imps that had brought her beginning to back away. "You—stay!" he barked at them and they froze on the spot.

The angel's lower lip quivered but she lifted her chin high. "They…when they carried me one of them touched…touched inside me," she whispered, her tone broken but defiant. "I begged him not to but he wouldn't stop until the other made him."

As quickly as that, everything changed.

Raziel was filled with a sudden protective rage—an emotion he had never felt before. He forgot that he was supposed to give whatever was left of the celestial sacrifice to the lowest demons to finish when he was done with her. All he could see in his mind's eye was their filthy hands on her pure, unsullied skin. How dare they…how dare they touch what was his and his alone?

"Which one of you?" he turned to the imps who were now cowering in the corner their forked tails curled abjectly around their cloven hooves. "Which one of you dared to lay a hand on my angel?"

 

 

New M/M vampire anthology is out…

Hi All,

  Evangeline Anderson here. I'm excited to announce that my new M/M anthology, The Lost, is now out from Loose id. In this book you'll find two sweet and hot tales of forbidden M/M love as you enter the world of The Lost, a tribe of vampires sworn not to interfere with humans. However, that isn't always possible…

 

Check it out here http://www.loose-id.com/prod-The_Lost_Books_1_2-993.aspx

And here are some blurbs to give you an idea of what the stories are about.

 

The Lost 1: Broken Vows—

 

Daniel's looking for answers about his sexuality. He's sure just one night with an older, experienced man will finally answer the questions that have been tormenting him for years. But he doesn't expect the older man to be a gorgeous vampire named Gabrielle. It's love at first sight for Daniel but Gabrielle has made a vow not to interfere in human affairs.

The Lost 2: Blood Hustler

 

Sometimes love comes in strange packages…

 

James is one of The Lost—a tribe of vampires that prey on humans to live. But James has never had to kill for blood, his longtime companion took care of all his needs—well, all but the sexual ones. Now that his companion is dead, James is lonely. But he's still not ready to start a new relationship yet—or so he thinks.

 

Tad is a hustler—selling himself on the street is a way of life and when the tall, dark haired man comes out of the theater he looks like the perfect trick. Tad recognizes him for a creature of the night but he's desperate, cold and hungry. When James won't buy his body, Tad offers him his blood.

 

James knows he should pass the little hustler by but Tad is too tempting to resist. When he brings the boy home with him a bond begins to form between them. It seems to be true love but nothing is perfect. Because there is a secret buried in Tad's troubled past that might rip them apart forever—unless James can save his blood hustler from the dark forces stalking him, both from within and without.

 

***For my loyal M/M readers who have been with me since The Assignment, you may remember that Broken Vows was first published a few years ago by a different publisher. However Blood Hustler, which is a much longer story, is brand new. For those of you who read Broken Vows, I think you'll enjoy this new story which gives you a much more in-depth look at the world of The Lost.***

 

Now here's an excerpt from Blood Hustler you won't find on the Loose id website.

WARNING—EXPLICIT. DO NOT READ AT WORK!

 

"I'm glad to see you too. I missed you." Tad's grin fell away and his youthful face grew serious. "I, uh, I gave a lot of thought to what you said. About what you'd want if I came back."

 

James felt his breath catch in his throat as need and desire fisted in his chest like a second heart. "I see. And?"

 

Tad didn't answer with words. Instead he loosened the collar of his shirt, pulling the fabric away from the smooth column of his neck. Then he stepped up to James and lifted his chin, turning his head to one side. The gesture was as obvious as if he'd spoken aloud: Drink.

 

"Yes." James heard the word hiss between his teeth and suddenly The Thirst was a lit blowtorch in his throat. But he needed to hear Tad speak the words, needed to see in his eyes that he wanted this as much as James did. "Come." He urged the boy toward the bedroom and Tad came with him, seemingly eager for what was in store. In fact, the moment they were inside the bedroom door he already had his shirt off and was reaching for the fastening of his jeans.

 

"Wait." James stopped him, putting his hands on Tad's to stop the boy's feverish fumbling.

 

"What?" Tad looked up, disappointment already clouding his eyes. "You didn't change your mind did you?"

 

"No, if anything I want you more than ever." James took a deep breath, trying to control himself. "But I need to hear you say it, Tad. Tell me out loud."

 

"Out loud, hmm?" Tad's sky-blue eyes were suddenly half-lidded with lust. Reaching up, he put his arms around James' neck and pulled him close. "I want you inside me, James," he murmured in a low, husky voice. "And not just your cock, either. Your fangs too. Fuck me. Bite me. Love me."

 

The soft words enflamed him. He'd never felt The Thirst this urgently. Never had desire fill him like a living fire. His entire body ached with the need to penetrate, from his fangs to his shaft. But he wanted to be gentle with the boy. Cupping Tad's cheek, he looked deeply into his eyes. "Beautiful," he murmured.

 

"I think you're pretty fucking hot too." Tad gave him a teasing smile. "So what are we waiting for?" His hands dropped to the fastening of his jeans again and again James stopped him.

 

"Slowly, Tad. I want to savor this. This first taste of you…the feel of your skin…the flavor of your blood. I want all of it burned into my heart forever."

 

Dropping to his knees before the boy, he finished unfastening Tad's jeans himself and slid them down the slim hips. Tad's cock was achingly hard which made him glad. In the back of his mind he'd been a little afraid that the little hustler was only here for food and shelter, not because he felt for James what James felt for him. But his fears were laid to rest when he saw the obvious proof that Tad's desire was real. Leaning forward he lapped carefully at the plum shaped head, capturing a drop of precum on the end of his tongue.

 

Tad gasped. "Hey, uh, you don't have to do that," he protested as James licked him again. "I mean…I'm the one who ought to be sucking you off, not the other way around."

 

James looked up. "Does it truly make you uncomfortable for me to suck you? Are you afraid of my fangs?" It was true his fangs were out again but there was no helping that. The lust he felt was nearly overpowering and it was so entwined with The Thirst that the two were impossible to separate at this point.

 

"No, it's not that." Tad shook his head earnestly. "It's just…I mean, it's your house and you're letting me stay, at least for tonight. I should be the one on my knees."

 

"Tad, let's have an understanding between us. I want to make love with you tonight—not just use you. So relax. Let me love you with my mouth as you loved me." James looked into his sky-blue eyes until the boy nodded.

 

"All right," he murmured, putting one hand tentatively to James' cheek. "It's not like I don't like getting blow jobs. I just wasn't sure how you felt."

 

James smiled and turned his head briefly to place a soft kiss in the center of Tad's palm. "Then let me show you."

 

He lapped at Tad's cock again, sucking the head deep into his mouth, being careful not to nick it with his fangs. It was a delicate operation giving oral pleasure with both of them fully extended but one he enjoyed greatly.

 

From the soft groan that escaped Tad's full lips, he was enjoying it as well. "God, James…" he gasped as James sucked him even deeper, rolling his tongue along the pulsing shaft and swallowing the droplets of precum that leaked steadily from the head.

 

"Feels…so good. So good!"

 

James didn't answer in words. Instead he reached below the engorged shaft and cupped Tad's round, warm balls in one hand. The boy gasped again at his cool touch and then moaned softly as James began to stroke and fondle the tender weights. It had been a long time since he'd done this but he found that the skill wasn't one you forgot. Tad's shaft at the back of his throat felt every bit as good and right as his very first lover's—a stable boy who had introduced James to the love of another male back when he was still human. Thinking of that first love made him even hotter somehow. Maybe because Tad was so young he reminded James of new beginnings, of that first taste of forbidden pleasure all over again.